An Edinburgh Eleven: Pencil Portraits from College Life

By J. M. Barrie

'An Edinburgh Eleven: Pencil Portraits from College Life' offers a fascinating glimpse into the life of University of Edinburgh during the late 19th century through the eyes of J.M. Barrie, the famous author of Peter Pan. In this series of vivid impressions, Barrie provides a witty and insightful account of the colorful characters he encountered during his time at the university, including Lord Rosebery, Robert Louis Stevenson, and a host of influential professors. Whether you're a fan of Barrie's work or simply interested in the history of Edinburgh and its academic community, this collection of pencil portraits is sure to captivate and delight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Dec 4, 2019
• ISBN: 4057664562609

J. M. Barrie

J. M. Barrie (1860-1937) was a Scottish playwright and novelist best remembered for creating the character Peter Pan. The mischievous boy first appeared in Barrie's novel The Little White Bird in 1902 and then later in Barrie's most famous work, Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, which premiered on stage in 1904 and was later adapted into a novel in 1911. An imaginative tale about a boy who can fly and never ages, the story of Peter Pan continues to delight generations around the world and has become one of the most beloved children's stories of all time. Peter's magical adventures with Tinker Bell, the Darling children, and Captain Hook have been adapted into a variety of films, television shows, and musicals.

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J. M. Barrie

An Edinburgh Eleven: Pencil Portraits from College Life

Published by Good Press, 2022

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LORD ROSEBERY.

I. LORD ROSEBERY.

PROFESSOR MASSON.

II. PROFESSOR MASSON.

PROFESSOR JOHN STUART BLACKIE.

III. PROFESSOR JOHN STUART BLACKIE.

PROFESSOR CALDERWOOD.

IV. PROFESSOR CALDERWOOD.

PROFESSOR TAIT.

V. PROFESSOR TAIT.

PROFESSOR CAMPBELL FRASER.

VI. PROFESSOR CAMPBELL FRASER.

PROFESSOR CHRYSTAL.

VII. PROFESSOR CHRYSTAL.

PROFESSOR SELLAR.

VIII. PROFESSOR SELLAR.

MR. JOSEPH THOMSON.

IX. MR. JOSEPH THOMSON.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

X. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

REV. WALTER C. SMITH, D.D.

XI. REV. WALTER C. SMITH, D.D.

LORD ROSEBERY.

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LORD ROSEBERY.

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The first time I ever saw Lord Rosebery was in Edinburgh when I was a student, and I flung a clod of earth at him. He was a peer; those were my politics.

I missed him, and I have heard a good many journalists say since then that he is a difficult man to hit. One who began by liking him and is now scornful, which is just the reverse process from mine, told me the reason why. He had some brochures to write on the Liberal leaders, and got on nicely till he reached Lord Rosebery, where he stuck. In vain he walked round his lordship, looking for an opening. The man was naturally indignant; he is the father of a family.

Lord Rosebery is forty-one years of age, and has missed many opportunities of becoming the bosom friend of Lord Randolph Churchill. They were at Eton together and at Oxford, and have met since. As a boy, the Liberal played at horses, and the Tory at running off with other boys' caps. Lord Randolph was the more distinguished at the university. One day a proctor ran him down in the streets smoking in his cap and gown. The undergraduate remarked on the changeability of the weather, but the proctor, gasping at such bravado, demanded his name and college. Lord Randolph failed to turn up next day at St. Edmund Hall to be lectured, but strolled to the proctor's house about dinner-time. Does a fellow, name of Moore, live here? he asked. The footman contrived not to faint. He do, he replied, severely; but he are at dinner. Ah! take him in my card, said the unabashed caller. The Merton books tell that for this the noble lord was fined ten pounds.

There was a time when Lord Rosebery would have reformed the House of Lords to a site nearer Newmarket. As politics took a firmer grip of him, it was Newmarket that seemed a long way off. One day at Edinburgh he realized the disadvantage of owning swift horses. His brougham had met him at Waverley Station to take him to Dalmeny. Lord Rosebery opened the door of the carriage to put in some papers, and then turned away. The coachman, too well bred to look round, heard the door shut, and, thinking that his master was inside, set off at once. Pursuit was attempted, but what was there in Edinburgh streets to make up on those horses? The coachman drove seven miles, until he reached a point in the Dalmeny parks where it was his lordship's custom to alight and open a gate. Here the brougham stood for some minutes, awaiting Lord Rosebery's convenience. At last the coachman became uneasy and dismounted. His brain reeled when he saw an empty brougham. He could have sworn to seeing his lordship enter. There were his papers. What had happened? With a quaking hand the horses were turned, and, driving back, the coachman looked fearfully along the sides of the road. He met Lord Rosebery travelling in great good humor by the luggage omnibus.

Whatever is to be Lord Rosebery's future, he has reached that stage in a statesman's career when his opponents cease to question his capacity. His speeches showed him long ago a man of brilliant parts. His tenure of the Foreign Office proved him heavy metal. Were the Gladstonians to return to power, the other Cabinet posts might go anywhere, but the Foreign Secretary is arranged for. Where his predecessors had clouded their meaning in words till it was as wrapped up as a Mussulman's head, Lord Rosebery's were the straightforward despatches of a man with his mind made up. German influence was spoken of; Count Herbert Bismarck had been seen shooting Lord Rosebery's partridges. This was the evidence: there has never been any other, except that German methods commended themselves to the minister rather than those of France. His relations with the French government were cordial. The talk of Bismarck's shadow behind Rosebery, a great French politician said lately, I put aside with a smile; but how about the Jews? Probably few persons realize what a power the Jews are in Europe, and in Lord Rosebery's position he is a strong man if he holds his own with them. Any fears on that ground have, I should say, been laid by his record at the Foreign Office.

Lord Rosebery had once a conversation with Prince Bismarck, to which, owing to some oversight, the Paris correspondent of the Times was not invited. M. Blowitz only smiled good-naturedly, and of course his report of the proceedings appeared all the same. Some time afterward Lord Rosebery was introduced to this remarkable man, who, as is well known, carries Cabinet appointments in his pocket, and complimented him